No Play, No Game, Just Write Everything in my mind

REAL IDENTITY

When you’re lonely, what do you do?
Never say that you don’t know.
Sleep, play, browsing magazines.
Lonely times are indeed lonely.

Today, the invisible cellular signals are again flying about the city.
Anyway, with the vectors of my heart, so many reasons are said.

We’d like to fly freely in the sky,
but we have no place to spread our wings.
But believe.

There are futures without form.
I want to make a form of it, so I am here.
As you wait for the wind before taking off, I smile at you.
You’re not a machine that performs perfectly every time.
You don’t have to make a show out of failure.
True courage lies in the fact that you were moving your broken wings.

Say how you never make any excuses.
Cool eyes that never say anything.
Are you being silent, running way, or maybe scowling?
Or is it that you understand? I can’t sense it.

You treat new people as if they were just background.
You carry your lonely face on your perplexed journey.
Your back all hunched up.

There are tears that will never stop.
Friends that refuse to leave you are right here.
You reach out your hand toward someplace, surely we’ll go there someday.
There are plently of unsatisfactory things right?
That’s why there are lots to wish for.
It’s true that mistakes can be made, but thoughts can yet fly to the dreams.

We’d like to fly freely in the sky,
but we have no place to spread our wings.
But believe.

There are futures without form.
I want to make a form of it, so I am here.
As you wait for the wind before taking off, I smile at you.
You’re not a machine that performs perfectly every time.
You don’t have to make a show out of failure.
True courage lies in the fact that you were moving your broken wings.